I don't know where it is coming from, though. *shivers*
Black Death,
Black Death...
Come to love me,
Come to love me.
Black Death,
Black Death...
Caress me,
Caress me.
Black Death,
Black Death....
Lick my pale skin!
Black Death,
Black Death,
I'm not scared at all....
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Kisa's Poetry
What makes me do my ways? Maybe you'll find out by entering, if you dare...
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.